You yell,
and the walls shake,
but you don’t see how my hands tremble,
or how my heart races in silence.
I stand still,
cornered by your words,
as objects fly and crash,
while my thoughts do the same.
You laugh,
and it echoes louder than the hurt,
you speak like I know nothing,
like my silence is ignorance,
not the weight of holding back tears.
I hate that you don’t notice,
how the noise inside me grows,
how every sharp word leaves a scar,
how I flinch when you throw,
not just things,
but all the blame my way.
You sleep,
and the world is quiet for you,
while I lie awake,
tangled in the pain you don't care to see.
***
Hey, how are y'all doing? I hope everything's good.
Me? OHH, I have exams from next week and yeah, *nervous laughter* I'm...okay... *cough* nervous.
But I know I'll get through it.
You know, once someone told me that it's getting better when you know that whatever comes your way might not get better with time. But instead, with time, you start learning how to deal with those things better.
Take care <3
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
